I very nearly took up running this week. It was really a close call.
To be honest I know I should do it. Really, I should. But who the hell wants to crawl out of bed around six a.m. to get in, let's say, half an hour of running and get home, shower, and get the kids ready for the day?
I have the tendency to set the alarm early and then hit snooze for around an hour or so at nine minute increments. I clearly do not have the discipline to take up running.
This crucial self-knowledge is mixed, however, with the belief that running is perhaps one of the more effective methods for burning calories and therefore reducing my stubborn weight.
On a completely unrelated note, I simply cannot get Death Cab for Cutie's "I Will Follow You into the Dark" out of my head.